Chapter 2204: Chapter 2213: Who Is Your Employer?
âBang!â The man was like a kite with a broken string, suddenly crashing into the wall of the alley, letting out a muffled groan from the pain as he rolled onto the ground.
Before he could get up, a foot was already on his face, the cold tip of a dress shoe grinding against his cheek, inducing a mixture of shame and anger that made him want to struggle.
But he had only moved slightly.
Another vicious kick struck his stomach.
The pain made him curl up entirely, bent like a shrimp.
Baron Lawrence looked at the writhing man on the ground, his expression unchanged, as he instructed the person behind him, "Scott Harris, take him away!"
"Yes, Lord!"
Scott Harris forcibly pulled the man up and efficiently tied him up, pushing him into the carâ
The fact that the Lord had quickly tracked down these peopleâs whereabouts this time meant he had utilized the power of the Military District, showing just how angry he was.
He could foresee this manâs fate, yet he felt no sympathy.
One could only say that this man took on a job he shouldnât have and earned money he shouldnât have!
The car sped all the way to a secluded villa.
The bodyguards twisted the man from the car into the villa.
Baron Lawrence was already sitting on the villaâs sofa, sitting cross-legged, looking seemingly lazy and nonchalant.
"Click." A gun was pressed to the head of the man making a commotion.
The man quieted down slightly.
Baron Lawrence glanced at him and raised his hand slightly.
Scott Harris immediately understood and ordered someone to rip the tape off the manâs mouth.
If Olivia Lewis were here, she would have recognized at a glance that the man was the owner of the car she suspected of following them yesterday afternoon.
The foreign man wearing the sunglasses!
But now, his sunglasses had been removed by Baron Lawrence, revealing the original face hidden behind them. He was an ordinary-looking Caucasian man.
"Copper Wheels, Mercenary 86597, since when did you start taking jobs targeting women?" Baron Lawrenceâs voice was slow, as if casually asking, but anyone could hear the chill beneath his words.
The young Caucasian man sneered, still keeping his bravado even now, "I take any business that makes money! Does the Lord avoid making money from the old and young in business?"
"At least I distinguish between what should and shouldnât be earned!" Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, uncompromising, "You earned what you shouldnât have this time, donât you understand?"
Heâs seen many international mercenaries like these during missions in the Military District.
A bunch of desperados willing to do anything for money, just because theyâre successful in their own circles, they really think they can call the shots and be omnipotent.
In his eyes, they were merely a bunch of rodents who only dared to move in the night.
However, one rat had dared to harm his most cherished baby, which he could not tolerate!
"Heh, whatâs done is done, thereâs nothing about whether it should or shouldnât be earned. Anyway, Iâve been caught by you guys, kill me or cut me up, whatever you want!" The man still mouthed off, lifting his head defiantly.
Baron Lawrence squinted his hawk-like eyes, his thin lips moved, "Whoâs your employer?"
"Hahaha, doesnât the Lord know the industry rules of us mercenaries? You ask me this question, do you think I would answer you?"
In this line, one must have a passion for it.
Whether he likes it or not, he canât say!
If he dared reveal who his employer was today, who knows if by tomorrow a former employer might pay someone to make sure he âkeeps quietâ for good.
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